Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 730: Are you sure you want to drag them into this?

"I didn't do it! I'm being framed! It was Atlas!" Sven yelled, his voice echoing in the

interrogation room. He slammed his hands against the metal table, making his cuffs and chains rattle. But he didn't stop, continuing to rage and deny the accusations against him.

"I said it's not me!" Sven roared, grinding his teeth in frustration. "Can anyone hear me?! I said I'm being framed! Where's my lawyer?! I know someone is in that mirror!"

Sven glared at the mirror, knowing someone was watching him. "Do you think this is funny?! I said I didn't do anything! I'm innocent-this is a setup! I said this is a setup_"

"Now, now, please calm down, Mr. Sven Bennet."

Sven stopped when a detective walked into the interrogation room, carrying a small laptop. He snapped his eyes to the man, desperation flickering across his face.

"Detective, I didn't do it, okay? I was set up!" Sven leaned closer to the table, panic tightening his voice.

"Well, if you want to give me your statement, can I set up my laptop first?" the detective asked.

"I'm telling you!" Ignoring the detective's calmness and laziness, Sven pounded his fists on the table. "I'm telling you, I'm being set up! I didn't do it!"

"Okay..." The detective nonchalantly set up his laptop, his fingers moving deliberately slowly. "Can you tell me what happened?"

"I was a patient, okay?!" Sven patted his chest in a panic. "If you don't believe me, then check my records! I tried to kill myself because of the stress and humiliation Atlas put me through. He's been jealous of me, so he's trying to bring me down by doing this!"

The detective nodded, typing at a leisurely pace, as if he was less than thrilled by the task. "And then? If you tried to kill yourself, why did you change into a nurse's outfit to get into Mr. Allen's room? How did that happen?"

"Atlas did it!"

side. "From the evidence we gathered, Mr. Atlas Bennet didn't send you any messages, nor did he call you. He

and the detective blinked at him

his head and sighed, glancing at the mirror before focusing

holes, and instead of clearing anything up, it just makes you seem more guilty. Why don't you just admit that you plotted everything? That Mr. Allen caught

you'd be taken to the same hospital where you could carry out your wicked

that's not..." He trailed off, his breath hitching. "I need

"A phone?"

my lawyer

detective blinked, rocking his head slightly. "Okay," he said. "Your lawyer

here, I'm not saying another word!"

don't want

few more times to get him

leaning back

Knock, knock.

his lawyer is here," an officer said, peeking

nodded, casting Sven a look. "Mr Bennet, let me tell you something. If you have anything say, you should tell me

answer. He merely glanced at the detective as he left. At the same time, a middle-aged man in a suit entered the

him.

have to get me out of here." Sven's first words were laced with desperation. "I'm being set up, and I

is there, okay? It's on my phone. Can we use it so

Bennet, what are

his voice before quickly calming himself. This man was his only hope of getting out. Taking a deep breath, he continued, "What I'm saying is, my phone has evidence to prove I'm innocent-that I only did what I did because I was

studied Sven's expression before leaning